Chapter 10

The situation was only getting worse. He did as he could throughout the day, preventing how enough of his weapons were sold to malicious buyers "a lot of money revolved in their hands when delivering weapons to criminals as they consisted of being paid to kill other rich people. However, the situation was always out of control, and he ended up having to interfere in other ways.

At this moment, for example, as he looked through the floor-to-ceiling windows of his meeting room, watching the dark flank of Detroit rising like a shadow beyond the river, like an animal preparing for the attack, he listened to the oppositions of his buyer.

"I believe how everyone has the right to defend themselves" emitted the individual, gently hitting the table as he spoke. Rob hated people as they wanted to impose respect against over overt attitudes. At the moment when the individual struck on the table, he could hear the gold rings on his five fingers tinkling the metal against the wood. R